Personal Narrative: Sloane's Pursuit

That made it a lot harder for the farmers to grow things. The wind blew all the remaining topsoil away. There were four droughts. Each drought came one after the other.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

R/s last week, Julia and Garrett (deceased) appeared intoxicated and Julia’s speech was slurred. R/s it was reported that Garrett was in car accident and he was intoxicated. R/s Garrett’s daughter Destiny (3) and another child Johnathan (6) was also in the car. R/s Julia has another daughter Kylee (5) in the home.

I have raised my voice for, and will continue to raise my voice for, people less fortunate than myself. More specifically however, I often stand up for and help my autistic older sister, Abby. Ever since I can remember, I have felt obligated to fulfill my duty as a "little-big brother", because she is older than me. Whether it be taking her to school, taking her to baseball games, or playing "Dogoply" with her, I have tried to imprint a positive attitude on her so that she can continue to grow into an even greater person than she already is. One time after a football game junior year, I was hanging out with my classmates when the topic of Abby came up. They all talked about how they were the best of friends with her and how they loved her. Sure, all of

The poem, “You Know My Story”, is an excerpt from a larger poem, and novel, called Glass by Ellen Hopkins. The book is the second book in a series of three describing the rollercoaster life of Kristina Georgia Snow while on drugs. The free verse poetry books were very largely inspired by Hopkins’ daughter’s own drug addiction (Goodreads). Her daughter, Cristal was very much like Kristina from the story. She became addicted to the same drug as Kristina and even had a child that was later adopted by Hopkins, just like the character from the story (Hopkins).

Dear Mr. Parrish, When I joined AP English I had no idea what I was signing up for. I would love to be able to say that I ‘gave this class my all’ and went ‘above and beyond’ in a strive to succeed to the best of my ability. Unfortunately, I can’t. I slid by with C’s, procrastinating my major essays until the night before they were due, turned assignments in late and binged read the articles right before a quiz. When given the prompt for the major essay’s I would have an array of ideas flash through my head. I’d hold on to those ideas for a moment, then next thing I knew the motivation was gone and I was sitting at my computer at 1 am preparing an essay that I could never feel proud of. In my attempt to reflect on my time in this class

After Phyllis claims her sweater, we go to lunch. All I could think about was how mad I was at Mrs. Price. When lunch ended, we went back to the classroom. I was so mad at Mrs. Price I had to say something. I stormed up to Mrs. Price’s desk and said, ‘’ How can you even remember me wearing the sweater when it’s not even mine?!” I went on and on until Mrs.Price stopped me. Mrs. Price said, “ Rachel! Come with me right now!” I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Mrs. Price and I walked for a while until they got to their destination… The principal’s office. All of the sudden, I felt even more sick than before. Once Mrs. Price and I walked in, there was no sign of the principal. Then the most embarrassing part of the day happened. Since there

There are so many people that are special in my life but some one that stands out like the one bright star in the midnight sky is my cousin, Caeley. There are many people I would write about but since Caeley and I are the same age and create this special bond that brings us so close together.

Nothing bad ever happened to Jane. Looking from the outside in she had the perfect life and that's what drew me to her. I’d been watching from afar for almost a year now. I even went through the trouble of starting my career as a teacher over at a new high school so I could get a closer look into her life.

If someone says “transformer” I light up with excitement and joy. When I hear this word, I think of Autobots, Decepticons, awesome franchise, badass cars and other machinery, and more. My friend Caleb would probably think, “crappy movie, crappy director, crappy actors, and crappy franchise”. Others might think of electricity. Whenever I bring this franchise up with Caleb One co, it starts basically are only disagreement. He believes that they are all terrible while I am trying to defend each of the four movies and soon to be five. I always ask him, “how would make a movie about giant cars, trucks, military vehicles, and anything that runs on electricity any better?” I never get an actual answer because he says that he would not make these movies. I find it funny how we enjoy superheroes, Star Wars, him more than me however, and similar political beliefs, but we can’t get along with this franchise. Michael Bay and Paramount Pictures are making a new Transformers called Transformers: The Last Knight, and I told him in October/November that the new trailer was released, but all he could say was “I don’t care.” I

I have known Bailey for almost 3 years already and we have been inseperable ever since. We met in our 7th grade year and had the same gym class together. At first, I thought she was so lucky to have siblings. I am an only child, the closest thing to a sister I have is Bailey. She has three sisters and a cousin living in her small three bedroom house. Including her parents there are seven people in her house, her grandmother also lives in a trailor on their property. She tells me stories of her family all the time, like how they laugh until they cry and their weekend bonfires. It sounded like a dream to me. Until I realized there was a reason she can never go to the movies with me or to a theme park. Apparently, behind such a loving family is a parent who lost their only

It was a strange experience to be honest, in a way it helped. You see all these movies about what it's like, but in reality it's noting like the movies. You had to get up at seven in the morning, you couldn't take a shower without permission and it had to be supervised?!?! You had to eat!!! If you didn't you would be forced to (that was pure hell) It was scary, and I wanted to go home. The people there were very kind, though. Most of them.. There was a woman called Amanda, she had schizophrenia and she was the kindest soul ever. If I would be sad she'd try to comfort me by making silly faces. Or Herman, he was in his early forties, he had multiple personalities, one of them was a nineteen year old war veteran, he would make up this detailed stories.

Computer open. Corners straight. Three pencils. Two blue, one red. Noise canceling headphones at ten o’ clock, within reach, charged. Computer volume twenty-seven—down—twenty-six. Wristwatch too tight. Still, no. Just take it off. Place it vertically alongside the headphones.